To Daffodils
by Robert Herrick
Fair Daffidils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his non.
stay, stay
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even song:
And,having prayed together,we
Will go with you along.
We have shout time to stay, as you
We have as shout a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anythig.
We die.
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the summer's rain,
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
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